Talking To Myself, But I Can't Speak

Oh, miracle boy Your bride is death and your ceremony is a cemetery Cicadas fill your silence and you take pills to make the voices quiet Six feet under the floor in a hole in the ground is where you'll get the most attention A daze crazed sea around you, lose your mind with intention Face it, kid, you're starving and you're hungry I can see it in your gaze Life is a paradise you just can't see You know you don't like caffeine for the taste Breathe in, again and again, to know your lungs are filling with oxygen Find better words to say it's hard to be a miracle if you're in pain Talking to myself, but I can't speak My voice may be strong but I am weak On the shelf is where you'll stay an antique I'm trapped inside my body, let me out Like a child, I'll scream and I'll shout But soak it up, too many tears will cause a drought Come on and let it out It's okay to talk to yourself as long as you don't hate who responds But you don't say a word so forget the nerves and just speak up